It’s happiness most of the time. It’s also love, and lust and nerves and passion and sadness. It’s just everything Marlenne. You make me feel. Depression numbs my emotions; You make them come alive.

To M, Thank you.

Posted 1 week ago | 1 comments

I was on the blood red moon last night, and I’m afraid I have fallen for a girl. She is, well simply put, indescribable. Her eyes are pretty blue, cerulean puddles cased with thick lovely lashes. She’s unconventionally beautiful and her flaxen curls always smell of nectarine and white ginger.

 I sat beside her in the truck. Our arms touched and my cheeks turned cherry.  She’s so classy when she gets bubbly drunk off wine and only smokes when she’s on fire. Yes, I’ve developed a subtle girl crush on Ivey. 

Posted 2 weeks ago

I wake to freedom. Oblivious freedom; it winds me in a cocoon so tight it strangles the life out of me until I am reborn. I am a wild child; we are feral children - untamed. I soak in as much of this new life as I possibly can. The desultory light chirping of songbirds echoes through the calm chaos of it all (a- sweet melody; it serenaded us.) I watch as the honeydew melon-hued sky bursts into flames and melts through the branches of the trees high above myself; dripping like syrup into the horizon. It shines golden on my ashy-cream skin and makes a weak attempt to warm me.

Posted 2 weeks ago

I swear I can see hurricanes in her eyes azure; a god with skin like the earth and hair wild. I imagine she tastes of vanilla and mischief. The corners of her lips twitch with ecstasy. She smiles when she speaks. ‘i like girls’ And I knew she did, but that didn’t make the words sound any less foreign.

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first week of december- i wanna live where its summer forever and wake up beside m, with her honey hued eyes in the sun and her ebony curls dancing in the wind. we would cuddle and dream dulcet dreams together. i can’t think of anything more wonderful.

sometime early december- i want her perfect poppy pout against mine. i want her dirt skin embracing me.

december 13- oatmeal and cherries were the perfect wake up call after last night. my poor m is coming down with what i assume to be strep throat. she happens to be resting right now; thank god for that. i wish i could take all her pain away. i wish i was the one getting sick and not her. she means the world to me.

Posted 2 weeks ago